My Lady Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

How my Lady fascinates me
When she readies for the day;
Even though she doesn’t mean to,
She still takes my breath away.

Whatever she decides to wear,
She makes it perfect in my sight.
Her fragrance permeates the air
And tantalizes my delight!

Her perfume takes me captive, then;
My senses heighten when she’s near.
I move to press my lips to hers –
She turns the cheek and says, “Right here.”

My Lady, you're one in a million,
A diamond, exquisite and rare.
You mystify the geniuses,
For, to your worth they can't compare.


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